"Well," Ambrose backed up until he was a few feet away from hitting the toilet behind him, "nice to see you too, Vik."
Viktor's eyes twitched. "Is this some other game? Is that why you're here?" As the words rolled out of his mouth, he shut the door with a twist of his wrist.
Ambrose instantly realised he might be claustrophobic. "Your mother invited me and that's the only reason I'm here," A pause. "And it's funny of you to talk about games when that's your speciality."
The air between them was so charged it felt suffocating. Viktor's fists balled beside him but he had no words.
Seeing this, Ambrose raised his chin. "Anyway, I genuinely need to pee. Your mother's questions have gotten my bladder worked up."
"That or your conscience."
"Tch. If only I still had one." Ambrose shook his head before pointing at the door. "Do you mind?"
